A young woman
With gentle upswept curve
And skin soapy and silky soft and tanned so brown.
A bronze American housewife goddess
for the 1950's era.
The woman of bronze dances naked and happily
In the privacy of her living room.
Wrapped only in a red satin bedsheet,
She proudly parades her naked body around the room,
Performing her sexaul tease act to the glowing image
of a man appearing on her television screen.
The man doesn't see her,
For he's not there.
He exists only on the television screen.
No one sees the woman as she puts on her little show.
But in her mind she fantasies that a peeping tom
is standing outside her window, looking in on
her naughty doings.
So occasionally she lifts up her red velvet bedsheet
to reveal her nude form to entertain and please her
secret male admirer.
She smiles and darts her beautiful hazel brown eyes.
The bath sure felt good upon her tired skin.
And the naked brown lady heads for bed.
A contest entry
- Diamond Dogs by alexandrathegreat.
475 points, ended August 16, 2007, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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"Women of bronze dances naked and happily
in the privacy of her living room."
The 'bronze' trophy this deserves at least. I loved this you had some amazing points to make. The imagery pops out of the page. I love the last line as well thank you very much for your entry!

